Seventh Miss Chang Yu, still sulking from being pressured to marry, immediately sold out her second sister. “It’s actually just wildflowers from the back mountain. Second sister always uses them to trick people from outside the island!”

Chang Ling’s hairs stood on end. She leapt up, ready to pounce on her.

Chang Ying frowned. “Second sister, there you go again! How could you serve wildflowers to Hero Ye? Hero Ye is a friend of Hero Xiao, and Hero Xiao is our younger brother’s savior. Both of them are honored guests of our Hidden Night Sect!”

Chang Ling wasn’t young anymore, but her mischievous streak had clearly never changed.